Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

To say that these men paid their shillings to watch twenty-two hirelings kick a ball is merely to say that a violin is wood and catgut, that Hamlet is so much paper and ink.

Most writers enjoy two periods of happiness when a glorious idea comes to mind and, secondly, when a last page has been written and you haven't had time to know how much better it ought to be.

We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.

To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child's delight added to your own - this is happiness.

We cannot get grace from gadgets.

It is hard to tell where the MCC ends and the Church of England begins.